Corin POV
I stood in awe of the beautiful winged creature standing before me. Never, even in all my years as a Volturi guard, had I seen anything like her. Wings! Of all things, of every talent I have ever seen, this was the most unusual, to put it lightly. Wings! As I stood in a state of catatonic shock, she was looking around the room with wonder, taking in her newly improved vampire senses. When I realised that she still knew nothing about what she now was, I shook myself from my shock and focused my attention on her wing-framed face.
"I don't believe I had a chance to introduce myself," I told her. "My name is Corin. I'm the one who saved you from… the others like me."
"Are those others… like me too? Am I… like you?"
Her beautiful voce rang like a high, clear bell in my ears. How could a creature be so perfect?
"You are indeed like me, but for your unusual… gift," I said, gesturing to her wings. "You're a vampire now. I'm a vampire too. And there are others like us, too."
"A vampire? How? What does that mean? Do I have to drink blood?"
"Yes, a vampire. I changed you, to save you from becoming, well, a meal. Yes, we must drink blood to survive. But if you are adverse to that way of life, there is an alternative. I've never tried it, but there are some covens who live by an ethical code, and drink only animal blood. So you needn't worry about becoming a monster." I reassured her.
"But you still haven't told me your name," I said with a smile.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm Allette. Someone once told me it meant Winged One," she smiled. "I guess that's sort of ironic." And she laughed a beautiful, magical laugh, and I was powerless to resist her. If she had me told me at that moment to throw myself into an open flame, I would have done so gladly, if only to please her.
"It is indeed ironic." I mirrored her laugh. "I hope you will not find me presumptuous, but you are the most beautiful winged one I have ever seen." She looked like she would be blushing, if she were still human. "That's strange, because I was thinking the same thing about you," she murmured. And just like that, she pulled me to her perfect self and into her loving embrace, and we were together in perfect loving sync.